While taking the vacation of a lifetime to Peru to visit Machu Picchu and other historical locations, I noticed the dogs everywhere. They ran the streets, relaxed in the parks, took cover in shops during the rain. They could be found scouring mounds of trash for food, taking naps in busy tourist areas and hanging out with each other in packs. Some had collars. Some had clothes. Most had nothing at all. Some needed grooming, some needed medical treatment, some were fine as they were. Some were on leashes. Some peeked from windows. Some were carried. Most ran lose in small packs. All were welcome in shops and buildings.
We had read stories and advise to 'throw rocks at annoying stray dogs just as the locals do'. We never saw a single dog having anything thrown at it. In fact, all were treated nicely by strangers. People walked around them. People petted them. People dropped food for them. Many of these dogs did have homes. They ran free for the day and went home for dinner. Some of these dogs were strays, but most appeared healthy for the most part. I was prepared for starving strays and vicious people. I saw none of that. I was only there for a week, and I was in common tourist areas, so maybe the rock throwing lunatics chasing after the starving dogs are in other areas, but thankfully for this dog lover, it did not happen for that week in Cusco and the Sacred Valley area.
The dogs of Peru. They seem to belong to no one, and they seem to belong to everyone.